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Oct 2014
Red
I can't cross
it's the red man.

But there are no cars
no danger
I supposed.

Still I can't cross.
Even though I know
I will survive this,
I can't cross.

It's the red man.

I don't want to cross you
don't wanna cross when it's red,
when you're not ready.

I guess
some things are worth the wait.

Like the green man,
and the security it brings.

So I wait.
Natalie Neo
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Natalie Neo  Singapore
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